:: Will Someone Find Me ::
Bad dreams are here again. This time, I was scared sick.

Rarely I get this affected by bad dreams. I don't think it means anything, maybe I'm pretty stressed out at the moment.

I dreamt of this place in Thailand (of all the places on earth) called Petain Mansion. Weird, huh? It was supposed to be this old, classic and luxurious apartments that were vacated years ago. But everything in there was preserved, though no one lived there, and the marble floors were still as polished as back then. A whole group of us were supposed to be on location recce, and we decided to stop by this piece of mystique.

So we climbed up the stairs, looked into the beautiful rooms, when someone said, "We have to go to the top floor. We must go." We stopped at the floor before the last, and there were 2 men, they looked like security guards to me, with guns. The looked at us suspiciously, so I told the rest not to go up first, cos we need to ask for permission.

I walked towards the 2 men to say hello, but then the group just casually made their way up. I kept shouting to them to stop, but they went ahead. The 2 men looked at me, shook their heads in anger, and pointed their guns. They pushed me to join the group, and told us to get down from there and lead us to a small room.

They were speaking in a weird language among themselves, but then they pointed outside the window where a rundown building stood on an isolated hill. "That is where all of you are going." one of them said.

We were scared shitless. So they took us downstairs, saying that we have to put into a huge truck. But the weirdest thing was in order to get to the truck, we have to pass this pretty crowded shopping district, with malls growing side by side.

Once we entered the mall basement, they two guards had no choice but to keep their guns in their pockets. But then more guards joined them. Someone, I think it was Shahreil, whispered to me that this is our time to escape. But we somehow do not exactly know how, we were far too scared.

But something happened. One of us in the front, I can't remember who, decided to nochalantly take the escalator up to the top floor, pretending that it was the most natural thing to do. One of the guards just shouted at her, and took out his gun. We were screaming by now, and then the bullets went. The basement went berserk, so people were running everywhere. I ran all the way to the nearest exit, where there was a door leading to the undergroud path towards the opposite mall. I went in, and ran non-stop till I reach the next mall. The first thing I actually did was ran into a boutique, grabbed whatever I can from the clothes rack, and hid myself in the fitting room.

In there, I cried my eyes out, trying to dial for my dad in Singapore on my mobile. And in that tiny well-lit room, I felt a sense of desperation and hopelessness that is beyond the worst I've ever felt. I cuddled myself in one corner, fearing what if they're looking for me? What if they're right outside sniffing around? Should I change to these clothes so they won't be able to recognize me?

And that's exactly where my dream ends. I woke up with a very heavy heart, I was shaking all over. It affected me so badly that I was late for work...

Please, God. Take these away from me.